BETWEEN THE IDEA Gudrun Youngdahl had been staring at her scrambled eggs since she sat down with JaniCe, her sorority sister. My God, how repulsive they looked, all yellow and curdled, and she was supposed to eat them. Well, she just wasn’t hungry; she hadn't been hungry for days, weeks it seemed... Show moreBETWEEN THE IDEA Gudrun Youngdahl had been staring at her scrambled eggs since she sat down with JaniCe, her sorority sister. My God, how repulsive they looked, all yellow and curdled, and she was supposed to eat them. Well, she just wasn’t hungry; she hadn't been hungry for days, weeks it seemed. And she couldn’t sleep either. She didn't know why. She just couldn’t. The college physician had referred her to the town's only psychiatrist. who gave her the sleeping pills and told her on her first visit that she was too nervous. About what, she had asked, as she gently but firmly picked up a fallen ash from the table that separated them and dropped it whole in the ashtray. And the doctor sat back in his chair and started the first of what Gudrun later found out to be the usual oratory on a mechanized society which dehumanizes itself by denying God. But Gudrun always thanked him, told him that he had given her some things to think about, made another appointment, and walked out of his office wondering what had happened for an hour. Maybe this week she would stand on top of that coffee table and scream SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. The thought made Gudrun lift the left corner of her mouth. “Goodie.” Janice wanted to be recognized. Gudrun looked straight past her at all the students eating scrambled eggs. “Goodie,” Janice said louder. Gudrun had known Janice for years. Ever since grade school they had been playing flute duets together. But Gudrun remembered one time that was special: After their high school graduation ceremony when they were complimenting each other on how well they had played Kuhlau. Janice had suddenly become serious: "Do you remember when we were in the library when we were sophomores and you told me that you were losing your faith and that you had stopped taking communion because you feared just in case it might be true you would be damned and that you couldn't even sing the hymns or say the creeds?" Yes. Gudrun had remembered. “Well. I always felt I should have said something to you then, instead of just silently listening. But I wasn’t sure what to say. And it's been haunting me ever since that I was silent. I'm sorry." Gudrun had never seen such honest eyes—she smiled and said that it didn’t mat- ter. Janice's eyes weren't the same now. They were impatient at being ig- nored. “0h. hello, Janice. I'm sorry. I was just daydreaming." Janice's brow lost its lines; her blue eyes relaxed and became deep and still. The two girls were sitting next to the window, and to look at Janice Gudrun also had to look outside; and it seemed as if the sky flowed through Janice’s eyes, almost like Gudrun remembered. "Yes." Janice said. “I noticed." The blue coming closer. “A quapensez mu?" Yes. what am I thinking? About your eyes. What was I thinking before your eyes? "Oh. I don't know. Nothing really. Just drifting of ." said Gudrun, “into thoughtlessness." “Well. I have to get to the lab." No, there really wasn't anything special about her eyes. 27 Show less
We raced past Clarence Shaefer's farm. huffing and puffing, frightened in the certain knowledge that smoking cigs was a Bad Thing. For marathon runners and aviation enthusiasts. Arriving finally at Harland Schaefer's pasture, we saw it. It was beautiful. It was poetry. It was a Piper Cub. A forest... Show moreWe raced past Clarence Shaefer's farm. huffing and puffing, frightened in the certain knowledge that smoking cigs was a Bad Thing. For marathon runners and aviation enthusiasts. Arriving finally at Harland Schaefer's pasture, we saw it. It was beautiful. It was poetry. It was a Piper Cub. A forest green Piper Cub. Proceeding forward cautiously now, we approached this aeronautical marvel. this tribute to man's ingenuity, to his aspirations, and to the American Way of Life. The pilot stood by the plane. Although dressed in street clothes, he was Charles Lindbergh arrived at Orly Field, Paris; he was Admiral Byrd in Antarctica; he was Van Johnson in ' 'Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo. ” He was, in short, everything every one of us wanted to be. What important mission had brought him into our midst? "What important mission has brought you into our midst?" It was cousin Billy. who was always reading comic books. “I had to go to the toilet. Is there a toilet around here?" Like all pilots he had a crooked smile, but straight teeth. And he spoke with terse authority. “Up there." we pointed at Harland’s. "Don't touch this crafl or you'll end up with your noses in slings.” “Those pilots are really cards," said John. “‘Noses in slings.‘ Just full of wisecracks." We agreed. Last Saturday at the Pix we'd seen a golden oldie, Univer- sal's "Airmail Daredevils" (1933). and we remembered the rapier—like thrusts of wit. the badinage. indulged in by Pat O‘ Brien and Chester Mor- ris. Or something like that. As our very own ace trudged hurriedly through the pasture to Schaefer's outhouse, we admired the varnished wood propeller, the green canvas wings and fuselage. the mysterious instrument panel. It was no 3-29. to be sure, but it was ours—for the moment. All too soon. the pilot was back. As he roared down the pasture. bump- thump-bump, we waved him goodbye and began our trek back home for noon lunch. Crossing over Bert Breed and the bridge, Chuck Pederson gave his nose a swipe of crisp flannel shirtsleeve and spoke up: "Jeeze Cripes. I never thought about it before, but I guess pilots have to go to the can. too." The Scranton Street lrregulars nodded assent and all went home to lunch, a wee bit older, a wee bit wiser. Dave Wood Show less
Although uneasy. Larry managed to familiarize himself with the M-lG and fired his nine rounds down range. He cleared his rifle properly, but. as he got in line to have SFC Bain inspect his weapon. he forgot to keep it pointed down range. Instead, he kept the rifle at his side, and. as he turned to... Show moreAlthough uneasy. Larry managed to familiarize himself with the M-lG and fired his nine rounds down range. He cleared his rifle properly, but. as he got in line to have SFC Bain inspect his weapon. he forgot to keep it pointed down range. Instead, he kept the rifle at his side, and. as he turned to fall in line, so did the rifle turn. When it came his turn for in- spection. the unloaded rifle was pointed directly at Bain's right shoulder. When Bain noticed the rifle only inches from his shoulder. he snatched the rifle from Larry's grasp with a quickness and strength Larry could not believe. Having set the rifle down. Bain took a firm grasp of Larry's lapels, nearly lifiing him off the ground. “What the hell you trying to do, Stevens—kill me or something?" Bain roared. Larry could think of nothing to say. He still hadn't realized exactly what he had done. “If you ever do something like that again, Stevens, you better be able to outrun me. You got that?” “Yes, drill sergeant. I'm . . . I’m sorry." “Get out of here!" Bain yelled in Larry’s face. The next week Larry found himself on KP. duty every day. He didn't know for sure whether it was due to the incident at the rifle range. He just assumed it was. This time. he figured, he probably deserved what he had got. The weeks passed slowly for Larry. Afier the fourth week he finally had Bain convinced he couldn‘t complete the physical training requirements. Instead, Bain agreed, he would work as a clerk-typist in the headquarters building. Nevertheless, Bain didn't let up on Larry. but instead harassed him every possible chance he had; sometimes this treatment was justified, but most of the time, Larry felt. it was not. Larry’s hate for Bain seemed to grow in intensity as each week passed. Several times he seriously con- sidered going A.W.O.L., but because of encouragement from Jim and his own pride he was hell-bent on graduating. He very much wanted to walk away from Bain on graduation day with his head off of his chest. Seven weeks had gone by. and Larry's confidence grew each week. He still was Bain's favorite, if not only, target, but the madder he got at Bain. the stronger his determination grew. The following week his mind was nearly changed again by an incident at the gas chamber. Wearing gas masks. the recruits were marched into an air-tight concrete room which was filled with CS gas, a cousin of mace. Bain, also masked, was waiting for them in the room when they arrived. One by one. the soldiers were ordered to remove their masks and to state name, rank, and serial number loudly enough for SFC Bain to hear. The purpose of this exercise was to give the men an "appreciation" of CS gas. It was no surprise to Larry that Bain suddenly suffered a loss of hear- ing just when Larry removed his mask. The others had to breathe in the toxic fumes for ten to fifteen seconds. Larry was made to withstand them for nearly a minute as Bain kept repeating. “Louder, Stevens—l can't hear you." Larry required assistance from some of the recruits to reach the door. His skin and eyes burned, his eyes were bloodshot and watering. his nose running, and he was gagging and coughing so hard he felt as if his throat would burst into flames. It took him more than an hour to recover once he go! outside. He was at a point where he could take no more of SFC Bain. The next day Larry went to see his commanding officer. Captain 18 Show less
Hot August Afternoon 0n the hottest and driest afternoon of the summer a farmer who had been clearing rocks from his land took a break and walked up to the dusty road where a young man was sitting in an orange pickup truck, drinking coffee. “Damn road department,” the farmer said. taking off his... Show moreHot August Afternoon 0n the hottest and driest afternoon of the summer a farmer who had been clearing rocks from his land took a break and walked up to the dusty road where a young man was sitting in an orange pickup truck, drinking coffee. “Damn road department,” the farmer said. taking off his work gloves. “Always having coffee." “Damn farmers." The farmer leaned against the door on the passenger side of the pickup. The window was rolled down. He pulled a dirty handkerchief from a pocket in his overalls and wiped his forehead. “Hell of a day," the farmer said. “Must be a hundred degrees." “Ninety-seven last I heard." The young man reached into his lunch pail. “Got an extra apple here." “Too hot to eat." “Too hot for an old man like you to be out picking rock." The farmer smiled. “And if I was young like you I'd be in an air-conditioned office instead of driving around fixing culverts." The young man in the pickup gazed down the road, watching the heat in the air. He wiped some sweat off of his face. The dirt smeared on his forearm. “I see someone put a trailer down on that forty just south of your place,” he said to the farmer. The farmer nodded. “Someone new?” “Oh yeah. Never seen them before they moved in. It's damn scary, is what it is. This county is changing so fast it’s damn scary." “Young couple?" “In the trailer? No, they're older. Got a son in the service, over in Germany." "The army is a good deal.” “It's a great thing for a kid who wants to get out traveling and get paid for it, too. You ever in the service?” “No, I went to school over at Red Creek.” “What for?" “Welding. I was damn good at it, too." “How come you're out here sweating over culverts then?" “Hell, Icould be making more money than you’ve ever seen. I got nine bucks an hour welding in the Cities. But I couldn’t take it. Nothing but people and noise.” “It’s no place to live. I’d never live there. IfI was younger I'd move out of here. even." The farmer spit down on the dusty road. “Too many people coming in. I‘d go north.” “I'd go too if I could afford it. I'd get out of this rock pile. But I don’t make peanuts working for the road department." “Too late for me.” the farmer said, locking down the road. “I just do what has to be done around the farm. I'm too old to try to get ahead. No sense in it." “Get ahead! Hell, I'm just trying to stay even." The farmer stood up straight. took his hat off, and ran a hand through his thinning hair. “Have to get the rocks out of there. " he said, looking at the field. “Take it easy." the young man told him. “It's too damn hot to work that hard.” “I just do what has to be done." The farmer started back to the field. “You old fool," the young man called without anger. "It's too damn hot to do any work.” “Yeah, it's too damn hot to work," the farmer agreed, and pulled his work gloves back on. —paul kilgore Murphy Sq uare Page 23 Show less
“PM 49110 C7 M v\5/ from the editor In 1871, Edward Murphy donated a plot of land to Augsburg College. That area, designated as a city park and named after its donor, cannot be taken away from the school; yet it does not truly belong to it. Just as the square itself is a record of changes that... Show more“PM 49110 C7 M v\5/ from the editor In 1871, Edward Murphy donated a plot of land to Augsburg College. That area, designated as a city park and named after its donor, cannot be taken away from the school; yet it does not truly belong to it. Just as the square itself is a record of changes that occur, this literary magazine is a permanent record of the personal lives of the people who pass through Augsburg. And, like the square, its purpose is vague and its audience unknown. It is a piece of history. In this age when everything must be functional, there still exist a few protected corners set aside in contrast to the rest of the world. Murphy Square is one of them. And Murphy Square, exposing and documenting the human response to that world, cannot be possessed nor taken away from its authors and audience. Kathy Yakal Editor, Murphy Square ’79 Murphy Square 144767 Page 3 Show less
On Turning Forty At twenty he awoke. Dress Blues and California Reduced to Caricature. (The Marine Corps Builds Men) Adolescent trials purged. Burned away in a super nova Dawn of consciousness (cogito ergo sum) Twenty five. First spurts Of rapid growth tempered With tolerable maturity. (no pain,... Show moreOn Turning Forty At twenty he awoke. Dress Blues and California Reduced to Caricature. (The Marine Corps Builds Men) Adolescent trials purged. Burned away in a super nova Dawn of consciousness (cogito ergo sum) Twenty five. First spurts Of rapid growth tempered With tolerable maturity. (no pain, no strain) Man IS the only Introspective animal. (Truism: the unexamined life is not worth living) He flat-out loved it. Thirty. No crisis. (when the going gets tough. the tough get going) Learning Teaching Pointing to the East, Bubbling babbling proclaiming The enlightened sky. (It is a poor student who does not surpass his master) Page 20 Murphy Square Show less
Page 14 We were red and yellow and green and all the vibrant colors of earth with all the shades of passion. We were tempests at sea and a mountain flower cool with dew. We were the sky itself- always ready to explode deliciously- with bits of dancing yellow or violently- casting a tent of cool,... Show morePage 14 We were red and yellow and green and all the vibrant colors of earth with all the shades of passion. We were tempests at sea and a mountain flower cool with dew. We were the sky itself- always ready to explode deliciously- with bits of dancing yellow or violently- casting a tent of cool, velvet blackness. We watched in horror as the tempest of our storm caused our vibrant colors to die. Slowly streams of yellow slid to green- and green to red. And the colors were subdued, a dull brown. And our painting looked very much like the others. —kathy ueldey Murphy Square Show less
14 an eat-shop fable Chins wag in the Chin Nag. Staring: at the white dangling lamps, the muscle golden boy Spreads his arms, bares his teeth, Screams "It's big! It's big! Nails tap in the Chin Hag. Blaring: from the silver juke box, the sugar bass voice Moves the sweatered bodies, leaps off... Show more14 an eat-shop fable Chins wag in the Chin Nag. Staring: at the white dangling lamps, the muscle golden boy Spreads his arms, bares his teeth, Screams "It's big! It's big! Nails tap in the Chin Hag. Blaring: from the silver juke box, the sugar bass voice Moves the sweatered bodies, leaps off square white bricks, Moans "Baby. Baby. Baby." Feet bounce in the Chin Nag. Loping: over the hard grainy bricks, the brown lunch pail Scrapes the red pillar, swings from the purple arm, Flees the cruel cacophony. Eyes search in the Chin Wag. Groping: through the slick Playboy pages, the electric dark curls Touch the wispy beard, hang above the lean bare girl, Beam over the nude curves. Drawings by Becky Show less
The Nationa gical, between fe clocks and master prints at are placed t “poetic land- Stronger unable to visit k show at the l in October. . )f The Times :uempfig’s for- had given way 1ger color and at seems to be direction from ptive function we to expres- nowledged his I toward paint- sentences... Show moreThe Nationa gical, between fe clocks and master prints at are placed t “poetic land- Stronger unable to visit k show at the l in October. . )f The Times :uempfig’s for- had given way 1ger color and at seems to be direction from ptive function we to expres- nowledged his I toward paint- sentences ac- :ontribution to d “Art U.S.A. labels. I have rith a subject all.” was a mem- ry Association 1 Academy of by two sons. hony, both of d it would in- ?r Stuempfig ape Award at 1 Academy of ce will be held lay at Old St. I Church, Rad- iian 56-6 in :igned the first licopter, the untry in 1961. (1, he designed air-tosurface ountry in 1941. l-fifties critics uempfig more ign gave him .man prize for 953 exhibition, 5 street scene a Times critic nes critic re- v York show pfig “a strong es laconic con- icerns himself lhipS, both for- which he retired in 1968. Born in St. Louis on Oct. 2. 1905, Mr. Shelton graduated from Eureka College in Illinois in 1927, and went on to do graduate work at Washington University in St. Louis. After teaching high school for a time, he joined the staff of the Christian Evangelist in St. Louis. He later became an editor for The St. Louis Star- Times. He went to the Chicago Sun, now The Sun-Times, as an editorial writer in 1939. Mr. Shelton left the Sun in 1946 and moved to Washington, where he worked in the Wash- ington bureau of PM. After that paper folded, he was Washing- ton bureau chief of its short- lived successor, The New York Star. Mr. Shelton left The Star in 1949 and joined The Nation magazine, leaving there in 1953 to write a political column for the now defunct C.I.0. News. After the American Federation of Labor and the Congress of Industrial Organizations merged in 1955, he became assistant editor of the A.F.L.-C.I.O. News, and managing editor in 1958. Mr. Shelton leaves his wife, Isabelle, a reporter for The Washington Evening Star, and three daughters, Mrs. John DePinto of Peoria, 111., and Gale and Diane, both of Washington. MRS. SAMUEL ULANOFF Mrs. Minnie DI‘USS Ulanoff, wife of Samuel H. Ulanoff. a member of the'New York Stock Exchange firm of Hoppin- Watson, died Friday in Putnam Community Hospital, Carmel, N. Y., after a short illness. She was 70 years old and lived at 220 East 57th Street and in Mahopac, N. Y. Mrs. Ulanoff was a vice pres- ident of the Hebrew Home and Hospital for the Aged, a direc- tor of the Sophie Ginsberg League of the Hebrew Immi- grant Aid Society, a director and former vice president of the Metropolitan Jewish Geriat- ric Center and chairman of the Red Cross Blood Bank in Brook- lyn during World War II. In addition to ‘her husband, she leaves 2 sons, Dr. Stanley M., a professor at Bernard M. Baruch College, and Edwin S.; a daughter, Mrs. Leona Morri- son, and 11 grandchildren. JAMES P. SHERIDAN Special to The New York Times ASBURY PARK, N. J., Dec. — James P. Sheridan, an actor-singer who was in the production of “One Touch of Venus” and other Broadway shows, died at Monmouth Med- ical Center in Long Branch to- day after a short illness. He was 50 years old and lived in l West Deal. I Mr. Sheridan appeared also In the motion picture “Irish Eyes Are Smiling” with Ray Bolger. He was a protégé of the late Major Edward Bowes, who discovered him on one of his Amateur Hours that were a popular feature on radio some was formeer °.—.—_---- a... .~.~ class last June. He was presi- dent of the school’s trustees from its organization in 1963 until his death. Mr. Steinbach was born in New Haven, where his father established the printing busi- ness of A. D. Steinbach & Sons. He prepared at Phillips Acad- emy, Andover, Mass, for Yale University, where he received his B. S. in 1924 from the Shef- field Scientific School. Earlier Firm Dissolved He started working in the family business in New Haven, but then came to New York to enter the financial world. He became a partner in the New York Stock Exchange firm of Hilson & Neuberger, joining Wertheizm & Co. on his first Ifirm’s dissolution at the end of 11'] may, 130:1, lyn. accruiwul. a trustee of each of the Mount Sinai corporate bodies—Hospi- tal, Medical Center and School of Medicine—was named chair- man of the executive commit- tee and first vice chairman of all three. He served Phillips Andover as a charter trustee and Yale as a member of the executive committee of its development board and Commission on Alum- ni Affairs. He was president of the Class of 1924 of the Shef- field Scientific School and re- ceived the Yale Medal in 1965. He was also a recipient of the Yale Engineering As- sociation Award. He is survived by his widow, the former Ruth Adler, whom he married in 1925. There are no other immediate survivors. 1932. news from Chicago in chicago some girl was curious and picked up a downed power line standing in a puddle she‘s dead but 1 know for sure storm to get killed for being curious in Chicago and remember as any cat alive will advise in Chicago living .takes more than 9 lives to survive ,C... r\ulyll u. auu Ju>culmie nulllier VVUIIS- Dundas. Requiem Mass Thursday 11 AM. at the Cathedral of Mary Our Queen, North Charles St., Baltimore. Md. BRADY—James Francis, devoted father of Maydonna Brady. Requiem Mass today 10 AM. at Corpus Chrlsii R. C. Church at 529 w. 123d Si. COHEN—Bealrice Belle. Devoted father of Marcia and Nathaniel, Loving daughter of the Iale Simon and Sadie. Dear aunt of Lisefie and Heeln. Services today, 2 RM. "The Rwersrde," Far Rockaway, LI. COREY—May Thorns, on Sunday, Nov. 29. 1970, beloved wife of Victor L., devoted mother of Eileen VanBuren and Bliss Kirby Thorne. Also survived by three grand- children and one great-grandchild. Funeral from the Conway Funeral Home, Northern Blvd. and 82d St. (82d St. Branch), Jack- son Heights. on Wednesday, 10:45 AM. Mass of the Resurrection at Sf. Joan of Arc Church, 11:15 AM. interment Mount St. Mary‘s Cemetery. Chapel hours 2-10 PM. daily. DONESON—Bernard J. Beloved son of Lilly and the Isle Jacob. Dear brother of Harold and Oscar. Devoted Uncle. Services Park- s.de Chapel, Queens Blvd at 66th Ave., Rego Park. Wednesday 1 PM. ERHARDT—Hedwlg L, of Bayside, L.l. on Nov. 30, 1970 at Chicago, beloved wife of Max. devoted mother of Mrs. Vivienne Radden and Mrs. Harold Warshaw, fond grandmother of Lisa and Lauren Warshaw. “care can it don't take a thunder John Mitchell Two brothers, Bernard A. and Emilia IN—Leah. The Officers and 01- American Friends of the He- ersufy are grieved by the passing oved mother of Leon Finley. on member of our Board of Direc- a founder of the Hebrew Uni- I‘ Jerusalem. We extend our :ondolences to the bereaved fam- ROTHBERG 1’ American Frlends n Hebrew Univ Bd of Govnrs. LTON HANDLER n of ihe Board VI. MAZER n Exec Commiifeo : FISHMAN '8 Vice President lN—Leah. The American Jewish and its Appeal for Human Re- (press hearfielf condolences to ley. a Vice Chairman of our ._ Appeal and a member of its 'IVISlOl‘l. on the passing of his lolher. ‘. HOFFMAN. Pres. . H. GOLD, Exec. Vice Pres. N—Leah. The Young Mens Philan— igue records with deep sorrow the Leah Finkelslein. beloved mother ieemed fellow board member Leon J exlends their heartfelt sympathy eaved family. Funeral is of River- lerzdam Ave. and 76th 51.. 10:30 lN—Leah. _The Members. Asso— Staff of Finley, Kumble. Under- ;ky & Roth wish in record wuth )w the passlng of Sarah Flnkel- wed mother of Leon Finley, the iner of our firm. Anna. Beloved wife of the Iale levoied mother of David, Morris, Adored. grandmother and great- ler. Serwces Wednesday 11 AM, man's, "Nassau Memorial Chap- els." Long Beach Road at Greyslone. Rock- ville Centre, LI. FlTZPATRICK—Joseph F. 5.. at Jersey City, N. J., on Tuesday. December Isl, I970. Husband of Meave nee Wilson. Father of Joseph M. Also survived by four grandchildren. Funeral from the Donald F. Wood Funeral Residence, 582 Bergen Ave. Jersey City on Thursday, 9 AM. Requiem Mass Si. Peters RC Church, 10 A.M._ interment Holy Name Cemelery. ViSiling hours Wednesday from 7-9 PM. In lieu of flowers please make conlribu- fions to your favorite charity. GARFINKEL—Samuel. Federation of Jewish Phllanfhroples. records with deepest sorrow the passing of Samuel Garfunkel, beloved father of Rubin Garfinkel, dedicated Asso- cIale Chairman of our Queens Campaign and a failhful leader of our cause. Our heartfelt condolences are extended to the members of the bereaved family. GEORGE H. HEYMAN. Jr.. President IRVING WHARTON. Chairman. Queens Permanent Division SANFORD SOLENDER. Executive Vice Pres. GARFINKEL—Samuel, The Officers of the United Jewish Appeal and the Long Island Builders Division, record with sorrow the passing of Samuel Garflnkel, an oufsfand- ing leader of our muse in the building Indusiry and in Roslyn, L I. To the be- reaved family we extend our heartfelt con- dolences. SAMUEL HAUSMAN. Honorary-Chairman Of The Board CK GREEN. Chairman. Long Island Builder! Division Service at the L|0yd Home. 21448 39in Ave. Bavsirie. Thursday 10 A M Inferrnpni 5...... "was.-- _._ _ KADIN—Mvron A. Beloved husband of Ru‘h (nee F‘i;=.‘|l Dcvoled larder :i Neal Dear brother of D‘se Jacobs, Charles. William. Benlamln and Sidney. Chervshed gran}. fa'her of SLSJ" and laying Ialhcrm law of Bobble. Servces Wednesday, 2 PM at "The Riversue“. 76 Slreel and Amsterdam Avenue. In lieu of ilowe's C‘Wirihul ins to your iavorlie :hariy would be appreciated. KAOIN—Myron A. The Officers and Mem- bers of the National Handbag Assoclailon are grieved to learn of ihe passing of Myron A. Kadin. I principal of our member firm. Kadln Bros, Inc. We extend sincere con~ dolences to his family and his business associates. Services Wednesday. 2 PM , ai ‘A'Ths Riverside," 76th St. and Amsterdam vs NORMAN MEYERS. Presldenf. RICHARD H. BIENEN. Secretary. KADIN—Myron A. The Board of Trustees of Yeshiva University expresses sorrow and conveys condolences to Ihe bereaved en in- passing of a long lime friend. beloved member of a family esieemed for 115 de- volion to higher education and the Judaic heritage. MAX J. ETRA. Chairman MAX STERN, Vice Chairman KADlN—Mymn. The East SSlh Si. Conserva- flve Synagogue sorrowfully records the passing of its Past President. Our deepest sympathy to the family. REUVEN SIEGEL. Rabbi JOSEPH ECKHAUS. President HVMAN J. MESTER. Chairman of the Board. KADIN—Myron A. The American Jewish Committee and If: Arpeal for Human Rela- flons oxiend wa sympathy to Willlam Kadln, a founder of the Appeal. on the loss of his dear brother. HILIP E. HOFFMAN. Pmldenf. ANDREW GOODMAN. Appeal Chairman. KADIN—Myron. Members of Lena Silbersfeln Chapter of Hias mourn the loss of the beloved husband of our dear member. GERTRUDE APFEL, Presidenl. KADlN—Myron A. The employees of the firm of Kadln Brothers mourn the passing of a devoied and valued member of our firm. Our hearifeif condolences to his famlly. KENYON—Vldor, at Stamford, Conn. on December 1, 1970. Husband of the Isle Anne Grosse Kenyan. Father of Vidor Kenyon. Funeral at St. Aloysius R.C. Church. New Canaan, Thursday morning at 10 AM. Inlermenf Mi. St. Marys Ceme- tery. Flushing, L. I. Thursday at 1 PM. KNIGHT—Emesllne Jordan. on November 30. beloved wife of James Peylon Knight. Devoted mother of Peyton Harding Knlghl. Dear sister of Mrs. Francis Sidney Ban- croft and Chauncey Harding Jordan. Fu- neral services Thursday. Dec. 3 at 10:30 AM. In Chapel of Church of The Heavenly Rest. 5th Ave. at 90th Sf. In- terment private. LEHMAN—Eyolyn Schlffer. Beloved molher of Ellen Long and Orin. Loving grand- mofher of Maureen Oxenberg. Sharon McCluskey. Orin McCluskey and Susan Lehman. Service Wednesday. December 2. 1 PM. of Frank E. Campbell. Madison Avenue. of 81 Sireef. ln lieu of flowers contributions may be made to your favorite charity. LEHMAN—Evelyn Schiffer. The Slalf and Board of Directors of Just One Break. Inc. note wilh deep sorrow the loss of Evelyn Lehman. molher of Orin Lehman. Chairman of the Board of Directors. and Ellen Long. member of the Board of Direciors of Just One Break. Inc. Mrs. Lehman's _suppori through the years has played a molar part In the placement of thousands of disabled inen and women who share In these condo- ences. FRED C. BOARD. Executive Diredor. Just One Break. InC. LEHMAN—Evelyn Schiffer. ihe President and Board of Trustees of the New School for Social Research express their deepest symA pafhy on the death of Mrs. Evelyn Schlffer Lehman, mother of Orin Lehman. Chairman of the Board . DR. JOHN R, EVERETT, Pres1denf New School for Social Research LEHMAN—Evalyn s. The Officers. Members and Staff of the American Jevnsh Comm-l- fee exiend lheir heartfelt condolences to our Vice Presidenf. Orin Lehman. on the pass ing of his beloved molher. Hl IP E. HOFFMAN. President BERTRAM H. GOLD. Executive Vice Pres. LEVY—Leon D. on November 30, 1970. Be- loved husband of Trudi. faiher of lhe lale William. uncle of Maurine Schreiber and Rosalind Epstein. Reposing at Frank _E. Campbell Madison Ave. al 81 Si. Servrce Wednesday 2:30 PM. In lieu of flowers contributions 10 ihe American Cancer 50. cieiy will be appreciated. LEWIS-Allan. Beloved son of Jullelie and the late Herman Lewin, Dear nephew of Blanche Berge and Arthur Singer Services Thursday 10:15 AM. of “The Rivers:de.' 76 Si. & Amsterdam Ave. LEWIS—John R. Suddenly on Nov. 30. Be- loved husband of Helen (nee Campbell). Father of William H., Jean Newshafer and John R. 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staff editor editorial board assistant editor contributing layout editor reader photographs drawings faculty advisor william roen lorraine k. livingston, f. mark davis, boyd n. koehler, david c. wood, sally carlson, anne marie erickson, patricia rockswold, sylvester jones jr., wallace nelson... Show morestaff editor editorial board assistant editor contributing layout editor reader photographs drawings faculty advisor william roen lorraine k. livingston, f. mark davis, boyd n. koehler, david c. wood, sally carlson, anne marie erickson, patricia rockswold, sylvester jones jr., wallace nelson margit livingston anne marie erickson karen sandness tom peterson ann bugbee lorraine k. livingston ARKAI is published by the students of Augsburg College, Minneapolis, Minnesota, with the aid of the George Sverdrup Library and the Department of English. Show less
man I II “I can't handle self." I responded. “Don't ever say what you can't do. Don't ever say that. You can do what- ever you want to do, if you just put your mind to it. I never used to be any good at history or English. You pretty good in English?" I said yes. "I nev- er was. Until I took an... Show moreman I II “I can't handle self." I responded. “Don't ever say what you can't do. Don't ever say that. You can do what- ever you want to do, if you just put your mind to it. I never used to be any good at history or English. You pretty good in English?" I said yes. "I nev- er was. Until I took an interest in it. When I'started liking something,I could do it. The man had succeeded in loosening me up in less than ten minutes of con- versation. The bus came, and we boarded it together cheerfully. He fell down into his seat heavily and tried to cross his legs. But his muscles were so tired that they could not reSpond, and he had to be content with stretching his legs as far out as he could. I sat in the seat across the aisle from him. As the bus rambled through the dirty, broken city streets, through the slums and into the suburbs. I noticed that a change had come over the man. A stout, grey-haired woman stumbled onto the bus those figures my- with two overflowing shopping bags. Her appearance inSpired pity. She could barely see the seat in front of her as she turned to sit down. In the process she stumbled over the man's foot,and he swore at her violently. She had meant no harm. and yet the man took what seemed to be deep offense. I watched him as he settled back in his seat and brooded. His hand searched for the flask in his pocket. Out it came into the open air for everyone to see. The liquid flowed over his tongue, and some of it spilled on his coat. Bitterness caused his brow to furrow intensely as he scowled at the timid passengers. As time passed,he cleared his throat and let out a loudyhappy yell. His eyes were bloodshot, but they sparkled like a child's. I stared at him in amaze- ment. He caught my eye and looked away. The passengers squirmed in their seats. A young housewife sitting in front of me turned around and gave the man a look of disgust which he defiantly ignored. Once again he let out.an ec- static roar of approval. Thls time one of the well-dressed ladies in the front of the bus murmured. I'I wish he would shut upl" Everyone sighed with relief. The woman had spoken for all of those who had been seething in the cowardly waters of silent disgust. But the man was not to be denied. He stood up,wob- bleo unsteadily, and fixed his terrible glassy eyes on the cringing woman. "Woman!" he cried. The bus screeched to a halt. “You can go straight to hell and take your fine, expensive, show- offy clothes wif' you!" The bus driver had the man by the collar now. “Come on fellow. off you go." As the man was being pushed off the bus, he turned to me and said, "Hey, buddy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Forgive me,huh?" I'm just a common man." The driver shoved him out the door. I looked out of the window and saw him staring at the ground with those glassy eyes of his. And, with new found cour- age, I moved over into his seat, deter- mined to take his place. 17 Show less
Darkly Darkly All is darkly All is moaning Crying Groaning Darkly Darkly Death is darkly Death is looming Black Consuming Softly Softly Comes a light Death will kill it Darkly Still it Softly softly Light shines softly Death surrounds it Stifles Drowns it Darkly Darkly Triumph voices Darkly three... Show moreDarkly Darkly All is darkly All is moaning Crying Groaning Darkly Darkly Death is darkly Death is looming Black Consuming Softly Softly Comes a light Death will kill it Darkly Still it Softly softly Light shines softly Death surrounds it Stifles Drowns it Darkly Darkly Triumph voices Darkly three days Plays Rejoices Then the third day Comes the sunrise Darkly flees it And Death Dies John Popham 26 Show less
Lying here beneath the whispering dusk of a rain-choked sky and the ripe green of summer leaves we feel a tenseness in the air signalled by the heat lightning spreading, uncareful, in the darkening west During a jagged flash, I watch your face in a moment's day then see it take the shadow again... Show moreLying here beneath the whispering dusk of a rain-choked sky and the ripe green of summer leaves we feel a tenseness in the air signalled by the heat lightning spreading, uncareful, in the darkening west During a jagged flash, I watch your face in a moment's day then see it take the shadow again growing evening quiet You tell me to look at the leaves above Do I see the layers, one upon the other? Yes, like a tapestry of green hands waving or an oak—leaf lattice The wind, sudden, rises in swift pressing gasps we walk, wistful, to the warmth of your car dreading the damp of rain yet wishing for childhood (to run again in the poor- streaming wet, crashing barefoot in quick-swelling puddles, shouting above roars of thunder, slipping on front-yard wet) 38 Show less
A Serengeti Dream Driving north at dusk, Somewhere miles out of Deer River, swampy plains yield to the tawny veldt, And the sun sets into Africa. Against the flaming sky giraffes lope, raising horned heads in silhouette. They wait for nothing but the night and another day. Deep into the Avenues... Show moreA Serengeti Dream Driving north at dusk, Somewhere miles out of Deer River, swampy plains yield to the tawny veldt, And the sun sets into Africa. Against the flaming sky giraffes lope, raising horned heads in silhouette. They wait for nothing but the night and another day. Deep into the Avenues of Pines in the Cutfoot Sioux Experimental Forest, lions flick their tails, lying among the limbs of trees. A whooping crane calls like nothing ever heard before, Wild and reverberating through the pines. Driving home in the dark, There are not signs. We simply move further, further into the Nubian night. Kathy Holliday 48 Show less
Death was moving in on her, perhaps faster now that there was less of her than a few months ago. She was five feet, six inches tall but weighed only eighty-seven pounds. She was dying. But no one knew why. The medical ward had tactfully suggested she might be more comfortable up "here" when all... Show moreDeath was moving in on her, perhaps faster now that there was less of her than a few months ago. She was five feet, six inches tall but weighed only eighty-seven pounds. She was dying. But no one knew why. The medical ward had tactfully suggested she might be more comfortable up "here" when all the weeks of tests had shown negative results. That had been two weeks ago. Nothing had changed since then. She turned and entered the room. Here they all were gathered for the daily group misery session —- the dead and the dying. B. J. Gage Show less
(Baseball) Penance for an attempted laugh I try to laugh. The laughing devastates my throat like the heaving of stones the size of fists. I gag for air but feel only rough edges there. Now my fingers take flight in different directions, then swing around like boomerangs and strike me like blind... Show more(Baseball) Penance for an attempted laugh I try to laugh. The laughing devastates my throat like the heaving of stones the size of fists. I gag for air but feel only rough edges there. Now my fingers take flight in different directions, then swing around like boomerangs and strike me like blind bats. Peter stenshoel A Fable For Beauty and the Beast Louise has a mole in the middle of her head the footprint of a little beast who walks in her sleep and whistles the theme of a divided tongue. in the day's light it grows like an alien pod on a hair that has been shaved from her memory. John Mitchell 28 Show less
